It was after nine o'clock when the evening self-study had finished. Mu Huanhuan went to pick up her bicycle with a group of noisy students. She biked back alone. There were no street lights near the old house, so she turned on the light on her phone, held the phone in one hand and the handle with the other, and swayed into the alley.
At this moment, rumors about the old house and the molested girl in the alley suddenly popped into her mind. She was trembling with fear, constantly feeling like someone was following her behind her. The alley was really narrow, and Mu Huanhuan accidentally bumped into the wall as soon as she rode in. She got off the bicycle and endured the pain in her knees to push the bicycle.
The feeling of someone following behind became stronger and stronger. Mu Huanhuan didn't dare to look back and hurried away with her bike. As a result, she lost a firm grip on her phone, and it fell to the ground. Her surroundings suddenly turned pitch black. Mu Huanhuan's body tightened, and her neck was so stiff that she couldn't move. With a little light from the phone on the ground, she slowly squatted down to pick up the phone.